He smiles as he strips me naked. He touches and draws out my arousal, leaving me on edge, wet and trembling. He ties my wrists and ankles to the bed so that I’m completely displayed. Then comes the blindfold. He turns on a video of my recent adventures, leaving me to listen to my increasingly urgent moans. His presence vanishes and I wonder what he has up his sleeve.
Downstairs:
You knock on the door nervously. You work with him and aren’t sure if this is a good idea, but he’s attractive and COVID has made you an involuntary celebate. He opens the door and takes your coat, leaving you in transparent red lingerie. He looks you over critically, and pulls you in for a kiss. He tears his mouth away from yours and let’s it find a path up your jaw. He whispers in your ear asking if you’re sure. You rub against him, nearly purring. The moisture between your legs tells you that you’re sure, and you guide his hand there as your answer. He grins “She’s upstairs, do you want to start there?” You shake your head and blush responding in an almost inaudible whisper “Will you fuck me first? I need it so badly.”